Four Children Having a Tea Party, 1918

Image by UA Archives | Upper Arlington History via Flickr

I once upon was a small girl

My make-believe was my true world

I pretended such that it was real

Even though I could not touch or feel

My mind was vivid with details apparent

Those mud pies that were created thus

Were the most delectable pastry cream puff

Here, sit with me, I’ll pour some tea

From the finest china there ever could be

Would you like cream or sugar?  Or both?

I played so happily in that imaginary world

When exactly had it faded?

Really though was it any different

From this world that now I’ve invented?

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  1. Very thought filled question.


  2. jgavinallan

     /  May 3, 2011

    I love this. So many memories and wishes. Sometimes, just sometimes, I want to go back.



  3. Life would be a bore without imagination.

    Your words are gushing nostalgic happiness.


  4. oh those lovely days!!! how i miss them. 🙂

    i hope you never tasted those mudpiles!

    when we played these games we used to borrow real goodies from kitchen 🙂


  5. So many lives many photos left behind like the one you’ve added to your post…so many distant memories for us and faded ones for others. Life is ever turning and the seasons of time are ever changing, huh? xx


  6. Oh how I loved making those mud- pies. Grand illusions, creative and fun loving , keeping the inner child alive, delightful poem.
    I always have a bottle of bubbles by my back door. The children are grown, but my dog and cats love to chase the pretty bubbles.


    • We really could make mud pies “real” couldn’t we? My inner child is alive and kicking! I’m glad you enjoyed this “blast to the past”.

      I love your cute idea of bubble blowing for the dog and cats–how sweet.


  7. belfastdavid

     /  May 5, 2011

    If my reality
    is an illusion
    which I create for myself
    I owe it to myself
    to create an illusion
    which is useful to me


    • Exactly right, David! Hehe! You have to have a sense of humor too, don’t you think?


      • belfastdavid

         /  May 6, 2011

        Heaven forbid that either you or I should take ourselves too seriously 🙂


  8. Good point, Gayle. This is a wonderful poem. So agree.

    Here is the answer to the question you posed on Into the Bardo:

    (I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Jessica Dovey on Facebook.)

    “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: ony love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr. from the book Strength to Love



    • Thanks for enjoying my “make-believe”, Jamie.

      Well thanks for clearing this quote up–I was confused. I’ve been sent so much misinformation through the years on the web and it’s a real pet peeve of mine to not pass it on if I can help it.

      Thanks for going to the trouble to correct this, Jamie–it’s very meaningful–like so much of what he said and did for the short time he was here.



  9. Ah, this took me right back to my childhood…mudpies and all. Just delightful.


  10. jgavinallan

     /  May 6, 2011

    I met a friend today, we’ve been separated for a few years, and told her about your poem.
    We remembered when we loved tea parties. We laughed and acted sappy.

    Thanks for sharing your gift


    • Oh, how great–acted sappy together–I love it. Thanks for sharing this with me, Jaye–very sweet.


  11. TC

     /  May 6, 2011

    how Great would it be to get to be a kid for a day again? just one day. This poem’s brought back stunning memories of when I was a little girl. Thank you for sharing!


    • You’re so welcome, TC. Yes, just one more day of those carefree days would be fun. I’m glad it brought back some good memories for you. I remember so many myself–pretending and playing.


  12. Wow. I could read myself between the lines. When did all go away? What would happen if soemhow we could retain it? Was it really so different from our reality now?

    I loved you post 🙂

    Lu Ann


    • It seems to be a subtle change most of us go through as we get older. Yes, I wonder too what would life be like if adults retained their child-like optimism and imagination. Hmmm…..

      So glad you liked this, Lu Ann–thanks.



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